The Anti-Orpheus chooses to go
over rather than under, sticking to the
f(r)acts and f(r)iction. Attached and
addicted, in-between, everything is
obvious --
"I do not move, only lifts a finger..."
The Anti-Orpheus casts the divine organs into the air to
watch them float away, carried by the wind. spead far and wide
I point in the direction I wish the "heart" to fly - hoping
those who find these parts will understand their origin and
significance, and re-turn and re-member them to the
whole
[the user].
The Anti-Orpheus would recycle stars if he had access
to the cosmos. But, it seems this netherworld will not let all
of the Orpheus through -- no flesh or blood allowed.
Osiris and Liknites do not reside here.